"Come in." Lin Yue's voice, slightly hoarse, came from inside the room.
Zhao Wenzheng pushed the door open and walked in, a faint medicinal scent wafting out to greet him.
The room was quite spacious and simply furnished. Lin Yue stood in the center, slowly practicing a set of basic martial arts forms.
He had far more energy than three months ago. Though his face still held a sickly pallor, his movements were much more nimble. Still, a slight stiffness was visible when he threw a punch, a clear sign he didn't dare use his full strength.
Hearing the commotion, Lin Yue relaxed his stance and turned. A smile touched his lips when he saw Zhao Wenzheng. "Third Senior Brother, you're here."
"You're looking much better. Your recovery is coming along well." Zhao Wenzheng placed an oil-paper package he was carrying onto the table. It contained two pounds of candied fruit he had just bought. "Brought you some snacks to help with the boredom."
